Chapter 98: Your Spell On Me [R18]
She allowed her eyes to move leisurely down the Duke’s face, tracing the light outline painted by her mana. Aideen briefly paused on his luscious lips admiring their beautiful shape. Her slow examination continued its descent, tracing the contours of his exposed neck and the broad, muscular expanse of his heaving chest, ultimately realizing that his loose silk robe hung open, baring his exquisitely chiseled physique and revealing his unmistakable excitement.
Tillian, on the other hand, found himself unable to move his sparkling eyes away from the princess’s blushing face, patiently awaiting her response.
At long last, the woman shifted her gaze back to his face and drew in a deep breath, closing her eyelids in an effort to disengage her feverish thoughts from the alluring sight before her.
’This could all come to an end right now if I were to say no. Then why... Why can’t I bring myself to refuse? Is this my true desire emerging from the depths of my heart? At least once... At least once I want to experience what it really means to be with a man. No, I simply want to see what it feels like to be with Tillian. I am not afraid. At least once, I do not want to be afraid.’
Aideen parted her lips ready to voice her response when she was taken aback because out of nowhere, the Duke’s warm, soft lips covered hers, locking her in a tender kiss teeming with soaring longing. A brief interlude ensued as he withdrew slightly, his whisper brushing gently over her flushed lips.
"I cannot resist, Your Highness... I will count to five, this is the time I am giving you to stop me, but once that time ends—"
"I won’t, Your Grace. I will not stop you. I do not want to stop you."
Now it was Aideen’s turn to act – she wrapped her slender arms around Tillian’s neck, pulling him even closer, not afraid of the heavy weight of his robust frame, and covered his lips with hers, her passion ignited by the overbearing blend of curiosity and greed.
As their kiss got even deeper, the lady felt the back of the Duke’s rough hand gently slide over her cheek, slowly making its way down her soft elegant neck and collarbones, until it paused on top of her breast, carefully circling its erect nipple.